The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Anna's body is blown away in the sunlight.

Incidentally, Lucas also followed her as she threw her cape onto Anna's orbit in Norlook and fell onto the stage.

When it's so subtle, it's no longer legendary.

On a stage where the bells were ringing and quiet, they stared at each other as if nothing had happened.

Elma tried to fix the position of the glasses, which were deflected by the wind pressure, but Lucas took them away.

"Ah...."

"Hey, you..."

"Please don't look..."

Elma tries to deflect her face quickly.

But Lucas' powerful finger caught his jaw.

"Let me see..."

A low, quiet voice.

The air in the venue turns into something like that all at once, based on sweet orders that contain color.

Irene, who felt it on her skin, caressed her forehead in cold sweat.

"Eh, hey, I think something has happened that doesn't seem like I'm playing love romance right now...? I feel like this national crisis has happened....! Can I wash it off!?

"It's okay. The national crisis has been averted by Elmael's one-bread attack. Even so, Miss Anastasia, who drew the ideal trajectory and blew it up refreshingly... Perhaps we could welcome her to the Third Apostle's seat."

"Hey, are you okay with that!? What's the third apostle!?

"Shh, quiet, Second Apostle Irene. This is the right spot."

Irene turned her eyes black and white, but eventually she pulled her mouth together and went back to watching.

It seems that all the spectators decided to surprise the assassin "Anna" outside their consciousness.

They were now concentrating their entire nerves and staring at Elmas on the stage, as if they had preceded a few more pressing events than the King's assassination.

"Please don't look... I must be looking terrible right now."

"Why?"

While whispering secretly, Lucas lifted Elma's chin.

Her dawn eyes were moist and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Because... I'm... crazy. When His Highness invades his personal space, he is constantly oversecreting tears, increasing his heart rate and blood flow rate... and disturbing the control of the great cheekbone muscles and the upper lip lifting muscles..."

"Like what?"

Lucas's whole body boiled with expectations to Elma, who was definitely expecting a love look.

With your long fingers, gently stroke the exposed cheekbones.

Elma twitched herself in panic, but he turned his arm around his hips and pulled it back.

"Elma, what kind of face is that...?

"Maru, so...."

Elma chewed her lips and finally bleached her ears red.

"It's like a horny, tearful female cat..."

"Hey, who let him read what book this time? Ahhh!

Lucas turned around and screamed, so Irene and Deborah quickly lost sight.

"No, it's not!? Isn't that right!?

"Isn't that right...?

"No! In the end, it's an ant, but... it's an ant..."

Lucas gripped Elma's shoulders.

Whether he was a knight or a hundred fighters, he was also a man.

Looking at Lucas, who was stuck in words, Elma dropped her shoulders more and more halfway.

"If it's a mistake to borrow an expression from a textbook... I... don't know anything anymore..."

"What do you mean...?

Lucas frowned on unreliable words.

Elma leaned down completely and spinned her words.

"I... I've been acting strange lately. In prison, when His Majesty saved my mother, for some reason, I just remembered His Majesty... While on parental leave, I hugged Baltan for about 20 hours every day, but when I remembered His Majesty, my hands trembled.... If this is what I thought it was, a phenomenon that made me tremble because I wanted to see you....."

I thought it wasn't just tenosynovitis, but everybody withheld the tip.

"When I think about His Highness, my face feels strong and my breathing becomes unnatural.... Whether it's natural or normal, the more you think about it, it won't work, and eventually, you'll end up with a clumsy face....."

Lucas breathes quietly.

Her tone was flat. Her face that didn't show her expression.

If that was how you desperately pushed the upset to death.

"Ah...."

At the same time, Irene, who was watching the two, noticed something and whispered.

Gyu... and Elma holding her younger brother tightly and clapping her cheek.

Her eyes were moist and she knew her eyebrows were falling down, and now she knows.

She wasn't bored before Lucas.

Instead, they were desperately trying to restore the equilibrium of their mind so that their heartless child could cling to the stuffed animal or pull their mother's hair.

In my opinion, it was always when Lucas chilled out that Elma took such action.

(It's probably dull... rather...)

Irene was shocked like the world was flipping, unconsciously gripping the clothes around her chest with both hands.

Now I want to hug your delicate and clumsy best friend with all my heart.

Beyond his gaze, Elma was spinning his words while still clinging to Bardo.

"Yet, speaking of His Highness, even if I haven't seen him in six months, he drives normally... no, he's cold... Instead, they just yelled at me for not wanting me to come back."

--You came back knowing the mission!?

Indeed, when the two met for the first time in six months, Lucas turned his most toward not a smile or a hug, but a rage with a sharp face.

"No, that's right...."

I know it would be better to pull it honestly, but I would like to make some excuses.

Lucas took out the salt correspondence of Elma in the past in agony.

"Speaking of chill, you only said 'I understand' to my letter saying 'I miss you', and it was all about my brother. How shocked do you think I was then?

"Your Highness says you miss him, so I thought you showed off Baltan's hidden episode to comfort your boredom! I was shocked when I stopped writing from there!

"I see...."

And I realized the perfect gap, and now I've decided to retreat.

Elma leaned more and more toward weakened Lucas.

"Interrupted letter. Be angry when you meet. Moreover, it was not me, but Baltan, who first touched His Highness after the reunion. Of course, it is the instinct of all mankind to love Baltan's cuteness... But according to Irene's book, it's" normal "for a man and a woman who hold a favor to get back together, get a hot gaze, and hug hard no matter what they do....."

It's obviously wrong, but Lucas can't blame Elma very much for dropping her shoulders.

Instead, he looked back at Irene with a desperate expression.

"Irene, you...!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't believe this is happening!

"It's up to me to be sure that I'm only a 'friend' to His Highness."

Irene lowered her head just to smash her forehead on the floor of the stage, but as she approached, Elma held her fist.

"Standing back like this involves my mother and [jealous] onee-sama's voucher. If you give up, the game ends there. I thought a few days ago, there was only stickiness here."

"Ha...?

Lucas glances at the sudden change of direction.

Elma bluntly distracted herself from how she received it.

"So, first of all, I thought of inviting His Highness on an unusual date..."

"Date"

"Yeah, well, they say our daughters have to date if there's a gap. According to the book" A Guide to the Highlights of King's City ", it is" normal "to vow thoughts at a place like Estua Gardens."

"Thoughts."

Too many incredible words popped up, and Lucas repeated them gently.

A wave of joy is rushing right to your feet.

However, it seemed too convenient for me to be careful whether or not I could immerse myself in it.

Irene also heard the name "Estua Garden" and shouted.

"Yes, that's what happened. So..."

Next to that, Deborah shrugged her shoulders, not saying, "Finally."

"However, there is a problem in practicing dating in that garden... because Estua Garden is a garden reserved for the nobles, they cannot enter without their nobility."

…………

"So, while I thought it was stupid, I really wanted... a knighthood. Official," normal "status. Not only for Baltan, but also for myself."

--I 'm sure I'll do my job well. I want to do it.

--This time, for what you want.

At that time, Elma, who was telling me how serious she was, came back to life.

Lucas remembered his attitude to it and was driven by the urge to punch him in the cheek with all his might.

(Idiot, I...!

No, it seems impossible to read everything in that flow - but still, what he wanted was hanging right in front of him.

Yet...

At last, Elma twisted her face.

"The more I work towards it, the colder your Highness will be. I haven't had a good look in the past few days."

"I'm sorry..."

"Even though I can't be 'normal' in front of His Highness.... I can't even fix the expression of" normal ", I can't even realize a" normal "date, and I don't even have to express this emotion in" normal "according to the textbook..." I don't know at all "or..." dull feeling "... to name a few, while doing so, I'm talking about my engagement with Caroline..."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!

Lucas is no longer blue.

Elma slightly moisturized her dawn eyes as if she had something to swallow up.

"But it's hard..."

"Everything was my fault! So don't cry!

Just three characters before Elma's "Tough" release, Rouden's colored man surrendered momentum and unconditionally on the spot.

Favorite daughter, is there such a poor girl who tears weakly and is fine? No, I'm not.

At least Lucas was beaten up by the greatest guilt in history.

Why did those glasses cover such honest and adorable emotions so beautifully - no, it was my fault that I couldn't read them. That's enough.

Lucas concluded and turned his face to Elma as he lay down.

"Please, let me explain. I approached Miss Caroline last night because I suspected she was working illegally at the selection board."

"Nh...."

Caroline, not Elma, reacts to early explanations.

She puffed her mouth in an unshakeable manner.

"On the second day, for example, she was so well-prepared that she brought gloves. At first, I thought it was because of my brother-in-law's... sakura, but my brother-in-law didn't know about it. So I started exploring the Earl's house secretly, wondering if I had acquired my own challenges in advance."

The audience was disturbed by the contents.

Obtaining Selection Board Assignments.

This is a serious violation in itself, and it could lead to bribery and other misdemeanours.

Perhaps this will be the occasion for a lengthy inquiry into the Earl's family.

However, when it came to Elma, she didn't show any interest in it and remained facedown.

"Don't you think you can tell by looking at the Count's face that the Finnens use some merchants as tokens and occasionally lend confidential documents to the royal castle? I can't believe you're using such an investigation as an excuse...."

"Eh!

Instead of investigating, the audience groans again after three seconds to uncover the truth.

But Lucas nodded as if he had not moved.

"You're right. However, at that time, I thought I might be able to manipulate or cancel the selection meeting by clarifying the relationship behind it. So I visited Miss Caroline under the pretext of gloves and asked her how she anticipated the final challenge."

However, Caroline was not able to grasp the final selection challenge correctly.

Looking at it, Lucas understood that the Earl had already broken up with the merchants, at least that the Earl was not an executor.

The cause of the split was probably the loss of the merchant's daughter on the second day of the selection meeting.

In other words, the main culprit was the merchant who stayed until day two.

"That was the end of the investigation into Count Finnen's case, but I thought so. Could it be a coincidence that two of the few remaining candidates on the Queen's Selection Board were involved in fraud? My brother-in-law doesn't intend to use the screening session to throw out all the suspicious ministers at once."

"Eh!?

The audience shouted bewildered at the truth of the selection meeting, which suddenly took on the appearance of a political drama.

But Elma wasn't surprised, she just shook her head weakly.

"I thought I was already suspicious of St. Marquis Rodrigo when I was inviting a candidate from a weaker country, Espiana, to the hotel. But what does that have to do with His Majesty's recent coolness here?"

"Eh!?

"Oh, I see. The Marquis de Rodrigo seems to be a rebel plotting to assassinate his brother-in-law Felix with the grudge of being robbed of his throne, but it certainly has nothing to do with my attitude. I'm sorry."

"Eh!?

"That's right. However much the Holy Marquis wants to buy assassins cheaply, just because he is a big villain who is kidnapping and brainwashing boys and girls from Cold Village does not relieve His Highness."

"Eh!?

"Ah. No matter how much the Holy Marquis tries to implant hate in Rouden, it is a different matter than that of exploiting the colder village with a heavier tax than the original rate imposed by Rouden. Please forgive me."

"Hmm!?

The audience shook their necks sideways as if they were watching Larry for the critical information that came from Lucas and Elma one after the other.

Even Felix is twitching his face.

"I don't think it's a good case to be solved like this crazy one-handed story...! It's too cluttered!?

"Your Highness, you've done quite well....."

As Irene sweats cold, so does Deborah.

Lucas, who was supposed to be the most common sense against Elma, now stared at Elma with all his might, even a serious incident that would shake national relations between the two countries.

"Hey, please. Can you raise your face?"

…………

"There's something you haven't told me yet."

The whispering voice is low and sweet.

The audience, in good sense, said, "That's not the case! It bothered me a lot whether I should stick with my instincts and watch them fall in love.

Lucas raised his arm again and gently laid his palm on Elma's smooth cheeks.

"Hey, Elma. Five seconds. I want you to lay aside everything about the selection board, the evil conspiracy of the Holy Marquis' head, and just look at me. Look, I..."

Your lips are getting close enough to make you breathe.

Among the audience, some blushed their cheeks and smashed their neighbors' shoulders, and some sparkled their eyes from the gap between their eyes.

The sound of people's throats echoing throughout the venue makes them so nervous.

However,

"Ah... it's a lie!

A defiant man's voice struck his ear faster than an extremely serious word was spinned.